I dreamed I was a ghost,
seeking you... screaming your name.
But you would not answer.
Then I could not find you.
I was alone,
an invisible spectator...
watching everything around me,
unable to be heard or seen,
haunting the once familiar spaces.
Now haunted - terrified - by the strangeness
of it all.
------
Please read the companion book here on Wattpad at this link https://brucewhealton.com/autobiography
YOU ARE READING
What Matters Most: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other events that began in late July of 2000. This is my autobiography in poetry form. It's not just about love but also about the loss of those I have loved. I had fallen totally and...
